when the bank teller, that is, finally agreed to issue it to me even though my husband wasn't there.

You've gotta stop banking at Bank of 1867 America.

How are you feeling in the homestretch of the pregnancy? The last few weeks can be kind of wretched; the body is so ready to be done with the whole business, while the brain is flipping out like a mammal

One of my old college roommates was having a c-section today to deliver her 2nd baby (I found out on facebook, of course). Haven't heard anything from anyone today though. She was looking for name suggestions. They didn't know the baby's gender.

"What HAPPENS when you smoke cilantro?!?!"

You get the munchies for Mexican food?

There's a lot of mammal flipping going on in these parts.

Tomorrow I have to: load up the car with the rest of the goodwill stuff, hit the bank, hit goodwill, walk through, closing, organize a field trip for friends, rekeying appt, buy light bulbs, figure out what I want to do wrt to paint, windows and probably get very little done as I flap about the house like a headless chicken, unable to focus on anything. I could very well be hyperventilating right now.

My cousin is 4 days past her due date and I keep watching Facebook for updates. BABIES EVERYWHERE!!!!

when the bank teller, that is, finally agreed to issue it to me even though my husband wasn't there.

Ah, that so reminds me of when I went shopping for my first new car. We were still living in Nashville and it was for a Jeep, the combination of which caused the salesguy to continually ignore me in favor of speaking to Lewis despite the fact that Lewis kept saying, "The car's for her-- seriously dude, she's the one buying it and if you don't want to lose the commission, you'd better start speaking to her."

Guy wasn't too bright. Still speaking to Lewis, he said something about the Jeep having a really cherry V-6-- that's when I turned and walked away with Lewis, the guy following after us saying, "What? What?"

That's when I turned and said, "It's got an inline six, you moron. I'll be damned if I'm buying a car from a guy who a) can't pull his head out of his ass long enough to speak to the customer and b) doesn't even know what he's selling."

Good times.

I found out about a friend's newbie on FB just yesterday. Facebook members, double up on your contraception!

Yikes! What a horrible way to die.

Former All-Star pitcher Mark Fidrych suffocated after his clothes became entangled with a spinning part on the truck he was working on, Massachusetts authorities said Thursday.

He was lynched by a driveshaft.

Also, what's with the spate of baseball deaths?

Um, WHAT.

True story. He said he couldn't issue the check because my husband wasn't there. We had a very serious chat with his supervisor.

How are you feeling in the homestretch of the pregnancy?

Belly huge. Shoes unreachable.